Peter has scarce left the confines of his tent when a mailed hand slaps him across the back, nearly upsetting his balance, as Eomer cheerfully bellowing into his ear, “I hope your sleep was a restful one, as the rest of us could hardly get in a wink with that racket coming from your quarters!”
Thanking Aslan that he's never been one to blush, Peter smiles with ease and responds, “Truly, the women of Rohan are a delight to behold,” ushering his new friend out of the area as quickly as possible.
“Speaking of shieldmaidens, we must find my sister, who gets up and about far too early for me,” Eomer says; inside the tent, Eowyn listens to her brother's voice fade into the distance and breathes a giddy sigh of relief into the furs of Peter's bed.
WELCOME TO THE CESSPOOL. WE ARE ALL GOING TO HELL. OH GAWD I LOVE THIS PAIRING. Thank you so much for joining in. This is just a delight. Eomer bellowing, of course he bellows because he is such a guy, and Peter quickly leaves the scene that Eowyn can make her quiet escape. or maybe he comes back with camp coffee for her before they all ride out? Lovely, lovely crack.
I saw how much fun you all were having and I couldn't resist! (Also, I may have come up with my own crack pairing with Aragorn/Lucy on the previous page, but that's neither here nor there.)
Eomer is totally one of those guys who bellows even at sunrise, because come on guys, the sun's up and we can go ride horses and maybe kill some orcs, it'll be glorious!!
I'm sure Peter would have brought her some lovely mulled wine the next night they had together to make up for keeping her in his tent far too late for her to make a safe and early escape...
I CAN'T EVEN I CAN'T I CAN'T I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS OHMIGOSH Eomer congratulating Peter on his obviously productive evening, Peter talking boytalk with Eomer (the women of Rohan a delight to behold! ROFL), all the while knowing it's his SISTER he's referring to, Eowyn hunkered down in the furs, ALL OF IT this was just amazing.
“The wine is a thoughtful gesture,” Eowyn says, stretched out in Peter's furs, eying him over the goblet's rim, “but not nearly enough, I think, to make up for your transgressions, which were quite severe.”
“It was remiss of me to keep you so late as to court discovery,” Peter agrees, taking one of her slim feet in his hand, pressing his lips to its arch. “So I will endeavor to make it up to you, inch by inch,” he says, his hands tracing a path up her firelight-limned skin, his lips trailing just behind, over powerful calves and taut thighs, until his goal is reached and the remains of the wine spills unheeded to the floor.
I am completely undone by this pairing, but the writing you and Starbrow have gifted us. This is amazing. I don't squee. I don't have flail feelings. And I can't stop devouring this crack pairing. You and Starbrow are perfectly matched, combining this beautiful command of language, with sensuous textures and details, all grounded in sparkling dialogue and spot on characterization.
This is honestly one of the best comments I've ever gotten, and to get it from you makes it all the better. Lotr is my first and oldest fannish love, and to be able to write it here is a joy. Thank you. <3
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Thanking Aslan that he's never been one to blush, Peter smiles with ease and responds, “Truly, the women of Rohan are a delight to behold,” ushering his new friend out of the area as quickly as possible.
“Speaking of shieldmaidens, we must find my sister, who gets up and about far too early for me,” Eomer says; inside the tent, Eowyn listens to her brother's voice fade into the distance and breathes a giddy sigh of relief into the furs of Peter's bed.
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Eomer is totally one of those guys who bellows even at sunrise, because come on guys, the sun's up and we can go ride horses and maybe kill some orcs, it'll be glorious!!
I'm sure Peter would have brought her some lovely mulled wine the next night they had together to make up for keeping her in his tent far too late for her to make a safe and early escape...
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And um...see below...(for the record, you brought it up first!)
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(Eomer probably bellows at dusk too. Come on guys, the sun has set, it's time to drink ale until we fall over laughing!)
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Eventually I imagine Eomer would keep pestering him about who the lucky lady was, and then Peter would be in trouble...
Glad you liked it!!
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“It was remiss of me to keep you so late as to court discovery,” Peter agrees, taking one of her slim feet in his hand, pressing his lips to its arch. “So I will endeavor to make it up to you, inch by inch,” he says, his hands tracing a path up her firelight-limned skin, his lips trailing just behind, over powerful calves and taut thighs, until his goal is reached and the remains of the wine spills unheeded to the floor.
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I am in awe.
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